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thearena2014-01-18 02:35 pm
etcircenses) wrote in thearena2014-01-18 02:35 pm
Entry tags:
- ! arena 09,
- aunamee,
- cassandra marko,
- commander shepard,
- harley quinn,
- joan watson,
- karkat vantas,
- matthew "punchy" o'connor,
- sigma klim,
- terezi pyrope,
- the grand highblood,
- the signless,
- wyatt earp,
- ✘ barbara gordon,
- ✘ beck,
- ✘ brainiac 5,
- ✘ carlos the scientist,
- ✘ cinderella,
- ✘ courfeyrac,
- ✘ cuthbert allgood,
- ✘ danny fenton,
- ✘ deanna winchester,
- ✘ diana ladris,
- ✘ donatello,
- ✘ dr. holiday,
- ✘ eliot spencer,
- ✘ ellie,
- ✘ eponine thenardier,
- ✘ eren,
- ✘ gabriel,
- ✘ garrus vakarian,
- ✘ hans,
- ✘ hawkeye pierce,
- ✘ homura akemi,
- ✘ howard bassem,
- ✘ ian chesterton,
- ✘ ian gallagher,
- ✘ iskierka,
- ✘ jean kirschtein,
- ✘ john watson,
- ✘ julian bashir,
- ✘ justin law,
- ✘ kain highwind,
- ✘ kankri vantas,
- ✘ kili,
- ✘ leonard mccoy,
- ✘ lindsey mcdonald,
- ✘ max guevara,
- ✘ mindy macready,
- ✘ mouse,
- ✘ nepeta leijon,
- ✘ orc,
- ✘ perry kelvin,
- ✘ pruna,
- ✘ r,
- ✘ rat,
- ✘ ruby lucas,
- ✘ sam winchester,
- ✘ sherlock holmes (bbc),
- ✘ shion,
- ✘ some ovmennet,
- ✘ starkiller,
- ✘ subaru sumeragi,
- ✘ susannah dean,
- ✘ the disciple,
- ✘ venus dee milo,
- ✘ willow,
- ✘ zelos wilder
ARENA 09 - THE MUSEUM
The Tributes are woken up early for this Arena, and switched from whatever sleeping attire they're currently in to a set of pajamas, each designed for the individual in questions. Women wear onesies, and most of the men wear two-pieces, but other than that any similarities are at random - the outfits are in all sorts of colors and patterns.
The floor of the helicopter taking them to their Arena location, and of the underground entrance to the tubes that hoist them to the surface, will feel cold under their bare feet.
Rather than bringing them to sunlight, like the tubes have in the past, instead the Tributes are presented to a dark concrete ceiling in a badly-lit parking lot. Fluorescent lights do little to illuminate the cavernous space.
The countdown begins, announced as if from far away.
20
19
18…
The Cornucopia, a ghastly thing carved from stone and concrete, sits at the center of a pattern of white and yellow lines reminiscent of spots for parked cars. The painted lines create a sort of spoked wheel, providing lanes for the Tributes leading to the prizes at the center. Some of the more unfortunate Tributes will find the concrete architecture has placed pillars in their lanes.
8
7
6…
Six parked cars lie around the outskirts of the huge lot, barely visible in the dim lighting. Glowing exit signs on two opposite sides of the chamber announce where Tributes should go to escape the bloodbath. Elevator doors are perched beneath them.
3
2
1
The gong rings out, and the countdown's voice announces "the Arena is now open". The Games have begun.
The floor of the helicopter taking them to their Arena location, and of the underground entrance to the tubes that hoist them to the surface, will feel cold under their bare feet.
Rather than bringing them to sunlight, like the tubes have in the past, instead the Tributes are presented to a dark concrete ceiling in a badly-lit parking lot. Fluorescent lights do little to illuminate the cavernous space.
The countdown begins, announced as if from far away.
19
18…
The Cornucopia, a ghastly thing carved from stone and concrete, sits at the center of a pattern of white and yellow lines reminiscent of spots for parked cars. The painted lines create a sort of spoked wheel, providing lanes for the Tributes leading to the prizes at the center. Some of the more unfortunate Tributes will find the concrete architecture has placed pillars in their lanes.
7
6…
Six parked cars lie around the outskirts of the huge lot, barely visible in the dim lighting. Glowing exit signs on two opposite sides of the chamber announce where Tributes should go to escape the bloodbath. Elevator doors are perched beneath them.
2
1
The gong rings out, and the countdown's voice announces "the Arena is now open". The Games have begun.
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"They weren't joking," he pants out, a little winded from the run. Dwarves aren't exactly built for long distances after all. "Can't believe they weren't joking."
He's not really saying it right to her, more just saying it out loud because he has to say it out loud, because it's still incomprehensible to him.
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"They probably think it's funny," she replies after a moment, edging as close to the door as she can. "But I think the whole point is that it's funny for them and not for us."
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"Right," he exhales thickly, gaze flicking toward the double doors before back to her. "Funny."
He tries to smile or laugh or anything that would indicate that he's not been put off by the brief sight of the cornucopia's bloodbath, but it falls flat in a second.
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"You get used to it," she tells him as she continues to back away, step by step. It might be her first time in a deathmatch with other people, but she knows that much after her time trapped by Maxwell. "You learn to deal with it. Just don't expect not to die a lot."
She turns slightly at a huge doorway, peering in, and sees huge, dead displays and - more importantly - weapons on the walls. Now her eyes dart back to him in some alarm. If he gets ahold of a weapon anywhere near her, it isn't going to be much fun.
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"I won't hurt you," he tries to assure her, turning his gaze back to her. All he wants is to be home, with his grumpy uncle and his brother and even the elves of Mirkwood didn't seem so bad.
Still, he takes some small measure of hope from the weaponry and the armor. Everything he'd seen at the cornucopia and in the arena so far was quite foreign and this was much a relief as any, he supposed.
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After a moment's thought, she smashes another display case for an assortment of daggers and grabs the likeliest-looking one and the weathered belt it's on, too.
"But honestly, I'd rather not attack anyone right now. I just want to find supplies." She takes the gauntlet off and tosses it at him. "You're new to this kind of thing, right, so my advice is to do the same. Fighting comes after you're sure you have what you need."
She scoots behind a diorama, so he can't easily shoot her with that bow she's noticed him eyeing.
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That is, until she tosses the gauntlet his way. It's something, even if it's small. He carefully picks it up and goes about fastening it around his wrist with the ease of someone familiar with such a thing.
"We don't need to kill each other," he replies, even though she's right. Only one person can walk out the winner and Kili has no plans to die.
He cautiously makes his way toward the weapons display, gauntlet held up on his wrist between them. It wouldn't protect him against a warhammer, but it was better than nothing. As soon as he's close enough, he'll follow suit, plucking the bow and its quiver.
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She starts off around a corner, winding her way through the displays and looking for another exit. "You don't want to spend too much time gathering this stuff," she calls behind her. "It'll weigh you down, and anyway other people will probably start taking all the food while you're doing that. Bye."
No harm in offering a little advice, at least, as thanks for him not attacking her right away.
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"Can I at least get your name?" he calls after her, not sure if she's gotten far yet.
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His question startles her; it's not something she's considered after spending so much time alone. "Oh. I'm Willow," she says after a few moments.
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He might as well give her his name in return, not that he sees anything wrong with giving it out in the first place. There's no secrets to be had for him. He's not sure, though, if she'd respond well to a 'at your service' if he offered it.
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"Kili. Okay." She straightens up, picking the hammer back up. "Well, look out for yourself. I hope I don't have to kill you later, but no hard feelings if we do end up fighting, it's just how things are. See you around."
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